♫ Ivory & Mahogany [Closed/Complete] ♫
Who: Bella Swan [bellatramonto] and Edward Cullen [premuroso]
What: Random meeting at the new music store. Pianos are played. Debussy is praised. Chaos ensues.
When: A few days after he returns [So this technically occurs next week]
Where: Che i Bei Suoni music store downtown
Why: Because they haven't talked yet and they need to! And Edward wants to buy a piano since he's loaded.
How: USING THEIR MAGICAL ABILITIES. And walking. Except for Edward. Who took the Aston Martin. 8)
Edward had come back to town the day before, after having left for a little over a week. The people who cared knew he had gone, but he hadn't told any of them that he had returned. It was really none of their business and ... given the current mental state he was in, Edward wouldn't have wanted to speak with them anyway. Currently, there was no one in the world he wanted to speak to. Except maybe for Carlisle. Or his parents. But the latter was impossible and the former out of the question.
The thinking he had done in his time away had hardly solved anything. But then again, there were hardly any solutions to his predicament. It is what it was. And that was the conclusion he had come to.
Still, that was fine to think out in the middle of the Italian country, speeding down the highway at over a hundred miles per hour in his Aston Martin. Coming back to Reggio Calabria was a completely different matter entirely. Sometimes he wondered why he ever came back at all.
The drive having stabilized him and having no assignments currently or, indeed, anybody to contact to pass the time, Edward found himself wandering down the streets of downtown, cringing as any person got too close to him and shuffling to the opposite side of the sidewalk when they did.
He had never been so conscious of people before. It was tiring.
Edward eventually stopped outside a rather large and nice looking shop, the cursive writing on the window reading Che i Bei Suoni. What Beautiful Sounds. It was the new music store that had opened. He had been here before. The classics collections were decent. Nothing that he didn't already have stored at home, however.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside. There weren't that many people in here. Apparently more people in Reggio Calabria chose to spend their time in the streets, drug-peddling and picking up prostitutes. It hardly mattered to him. It was better this way.
He was about to stroll over to the shelf of Newly Released albums when a piano in the corner of the room caught his attention.
It was a small thing, although beautiful in a deep mahogany color, with the white keys gleaming in the store's lights.
Edward was drawn to it like a magnet. He hadn't played the piano in years. Scouring out criminals in the streets of Reggio Calabria made even piano prodigies such as himself forget the simpler things in life. Things that could help calm and relax. Stop time for a while while hands flew over ivory keys.
A sign above it read Feel free to play.
It was as though it had been waiting for him.
What: Random meeting at the new music store. Pianos are played. Debussy is praised. Chaos ensues.
When: A few days after he returns [So this technically occurs next week]
Where: Che i Bei Suoni music store downtown
Why: Because they haven't talked yet and they need to! And Edward wants to buy a piano since he's loaded.
How: USING THEIR MAGICAL ABILITIES. And walking. Except for Edward. Who took the Aston Martin. 8)
Edward had come back to town the day before, after having left for a little over a week. The people who cared knew he had gone, but he hadn't told any of them that he had returned. It was really none of their business and ... given the current mental state he was in, Edward wouldn't have wanted to speak with them anyway. Currently, there was no one in the world he wanted to speak to. Except maybe for Carlisle. Or his parents. But the latter was impossible and the former out of the question.
The thinking he had done in his time away had hardly solved anything. But then again, there were hardly any solutions to his predicament. It is what it was. And that was the conclusion he had come to.
Still, that was fine to think out in the middle of the Italian country, speeding down the highway at over a hundred miles per hour in his Aston Martin. Coming back to Reggio Calabria was a completely different matter entirely. Sometimes he wondered why he ever came back at all.
The drive having stabilized him and having no assignments currently or, indeed, anybody to contact to pass the time, Edward found himself wandering down the streets of downtown, cringing as any person got too close to him and shuffling to the opposite side of the sidewalk when they did.
He had never been so conscious of people before. It was tiring.
Edward eventually stopped outside a rather large and nice looking shop, the cursive writing on the window reading Che i Bei Suoni. What Beautiful Sounds. It was the new music store that had opened. He had been here before. The classics collections were decent. Nothing that he didn't already have stored at home, however.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside. There weren't that many people in here. Apparently more people in Reggio Calabria chose to spend their time in the streets, drug-peddling and picking up prostitutes. It hardly mattered to him. It was better this way.
He was about to stroll over to the shelf of Newly Released albums when a piano in the corner of the room caught his attention.
It was a small thing, although beautiful in a deep mahogany color, with the white keys gleaming in the store's lights.
Edward was drawn to it like a magnet. He hadn't played the piano in years. Scouring out criminals in the streets of Reggio Calabria made even piano prodigies such as himself forget the simpler things in life. Things that could help calm and relax. Stop time for a while while hands flew over ivory keys.
A sign above it read Feel free to play.
It was as though it had been waiting for him.